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What Happened To Virgil (Explicit) - Lil Durk/Gunna
Composed by：Durk Banks/Sergio Kitchens/Darrel Jackson
Banger

Oh yeah
I'm finna make a banger with this one
Last time you told me you proud of me
You wasn't proud of me
You was the n***a who doubted me
I was too mad at you
You love to come kill
You my brother
That s**t was a tragedy
But magically I got the strategy
I was so sick and tired of n***as keep asking me
Who was the killers between the hood
Bro I'm a king
That mean we good
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
Talked to my TT about my problems
Learned to survive
I carry my choppa
Before I was twelve
I went to the doctor
F**ked on a stripper and I took me a Roxy
How you my blood and you say you gon' pop me
Follow with loyalty
Never 'bout thotties
Don't mention my name if you mention them bodies
Stop taking d**gs after sending a song
How you gon' blame me
Y'all give him cabaña
B***h I'm a star
Gotta use condom
Don't drink Par
Only like Wocka'
Sippin' on Wocka
I feel like I'm Flocka
S**t in my parker
That s**t'll go blocka'
Say that I'm mean
What you mean
I caught you
Get away from her
Have speed
No tossin'
Called you a b***h
I'm sorry I lost you
Head down
X pill
Percocet
Off it
B***h my phone died
Pass me a charger
Ain't have a coat
Walked to school in a thermal
B***hes you lookin' up to
They'll burn you
Get out my business
That s**t don't concern you
I get to diggin' this s**t when I learn you
I love the trenches
This s**t is eternal
Oh my God
What happened to Virgil
I wish my brother had made it out surgery
I be up thinkin'
That s**t do be hurtin' me
If they gon' catch me
Them n***as gon' murder me
Oh no
Oh
Gave my bro twenty
He called for a burglary
I love the b***hes who say they ain't hurtin' me
Never seen blood
That s**t'll turn burgundy
Fresh like the first day of school
I'm a scholar
Found the solution and got some more problems
We from the sandbox
My dog since a toddler
Sixteen years old when I shed my first chopper
Flew out of Van Nuys
Landed in Opa Locka
Quit flyin' in G5
Fly helicopters
I count every blessin' and count every dollar
I'm 'bout to go factory plain
I treat all of my dogs the same
Take care all of my b***hes the same
I just hope you financially sane
Never turning my back on the gang
From the A
We was taught to be brave
Had to squabble and take a few fades
Stay rock solid
You'll get through the phase
That my n***a
Talked to God
I don't wanna get murdered
I got style
I don't know what you heard of
You lil' p***y
You soft and fertile
Only rumors throughout my circle
R I P Prince
I'ma pour up some purple
600 Maybach
The one with the curtain
Young GunnaWunna
The boy bought the Birkin
I'm goin' hard
Know you proud of me workin'
Ridin' round the town sippin' and swervin'
Hold it down
Do this s**t with a purpose
Louis down
Man this s**t came from Virgil