What Happened To Virgil Song Lyrics
Last time you told me you proud of me, you wasn’t proud of meYou was the nigga who doubted meI was too mad at youYou let ’em come kill you, my brotherThat shit was a tragedyBut magically I got the strategyI was so sick and tired of niggas keep askin’ me“Who was the killers between the hood?” (DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger)Bro I’m a king, that mean we good
Talked to my TT about my problemsLearned to survive, I carry my chopperBefore I was 12, I went to the doctorFucked on a stripper and I took me a RoxyHow you my blooda? You say you gon’ pop meFall over loyalty, never ’bout thottiesDon’t mention my name if you mention them bodiesDon’t mention my name if you mention them bodiesStopped takin’ drugs had to sit in a saunaHow you gon’ blame me? I give her GabannaBitch I’m a star, gotta use condomDon’t drink Par, only like WockaSippin’ on Wocka, I feel like I’m FlockaShit in my pocket, that shit’ll go blockaSay that I’m mean, what you mean? I caught youGet away from her, high speed, I’m toxicCalled you a bitch, I’m sorry I lost itHead down, X pill, Percocet, off itBitch my phone died, pass me a chargerAin’t have a coat, walked to school in a thermalBitches you lookin’ up to, they’ll burn youGet out my business, this shit don’t concern youI get to diggin’ this shit when I learn youI love the trenches, this shit is eternalOh my God, what happened to Virgil?I wish my brother had made it out surgeryI be up thinkin’, that shit do be hurtin’ meIf they gon’ catch me, them niggas gon’ murder me (oh no, oh)Gave my bro twenty, he caught for a burglaryI love the bitches who say they ain’t heard of meEver seen blood? That shit’ll turn burgundy
Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?
Fresh like the first day of school, I’m a scholarFound the solution and got some more problemsWe from the sandbox, my dog since a toddlerSixteen year old when I shot my first chopperFlew out of Van Nuys, landed in Opa LockaQuit flyin’ the G5, fly helicopters (fly helicopters)I count every blessin’ and count every dollarI’m ’bout to go factory plainI treat all of my dogs the sameTake care all of my bitches the sameI just hope you financially saneNever turnin’ my back on the gangFrom the A, we was taught to be braveHad to squabble and take a few fadesStay rock solid, you’ll get through the phaseDamn, my nigga, what happened to Virgil?Talked to God, I don’t wanna get murderedI got style, I don’t know what you heard ofYou lil’ pussy, you soft and fertileOnly real ones throughout my circleOnly real ones throughout my circle, ohR.I.P. Prince, I’ma pour up some purple600 Maybach, the one with the curtainYoung GunnaWunna, the boy bought the BirkinI’m goin’ hard, now you proud of me workin’Ridin’ round the town sippin’ and swervin’Hold it down, do this shit with a purposeLouis down, man, this shit came from Virgil (this shit came from Virgil)Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?
Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?
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