African Sex Freak Fantasy

Lyrics for African Sex Freak Fantasy

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