Lyrics
What happened to Virgil? (What happened? What happened?)
What happened to Virgil? (What happened? What happened?)
What happened to Virgil? (What happened? What happened?)
What happened?
I do the most for the cheese, more for your respect
Jumping out this B', niggas settled by a peep
Got too much of the team, we can leave you
I need a limousine or a PJ
I know it might seem like it's for nothing when I read you
But with Mike B., my shit coming out as green too
You know it's Mike B. in the summer turning cubes slow
Take nothing lightly, talking tough, you getting G-checked
High-speed, take a dunk, get your feet wet
Want all the nice things, I ain't rushing, I'ma relax
Did a right sitting on some money, that's a bean bag
Mid-July, my brother got a hoodie and a ski mask
I'm in the stars, muscled in some cookies and a weed bag
I'm really fried, please don't think it's trouble when I speak that
If you need an eye, plus I brought a couple of the G's
If it's me and I, if they in the huddle, they where team at
More for your respect
I do the most for the cheese, more for your respect
Jumping out this B', niggas settled by
I do the most for the cheese, more for your respect
Jumping out this, I think it's settled but
I do the most for the cheese
I do the most for the cheese
I do the most for the, mm
I do the most for the cheese, alright, let's hear that
Do the most, do the most, do the most, do the most
Alright, cool
Take that one, and I'm do one more real quick