African Sex Freak Fantasy lyrics

[Intro]
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 happen–

[Verse]
I do the most for the cheese, more for your respect
He jumpin’ out his beak, he think it’s subtle but I peep that
It’s too much of the team, we can’t leave yet
Might need a limousine, or a P jet
I know it might seem like it’s for nothing when I reject
Can’t f*ck with Mikey, my sh*t coming up as green text
You know it’s Mike B, in the summer turn to Keith sweat
Take nothing lightly, you talking tough you getting’ g-check
High speed, take a dunk and get your feet wet
Want all the nice things, but I ain’t rushing, I’ma relax
Did it right, sittin’ on some money that’s a bean bag
Mid July my brother got on hoodie and a ski mask
I’m in the Stuy, Mussel this ain’t Cookies in the weed bag
I be really fried, please don’t think it’s trouble when I speed past
It be me and Naav, plus I brought a couple of the G’s
If it’s me or not, if they in the huddle, they with team then

[Outro]
More for your respect
I do the most for the cheese, more for your respect
He jumpin’ out his beak, he think it’s subtle by—
I do the most for the cheese, more for your respect
Jumpin’ out his—, I think it’s subtle 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 this
Alright, cool
Take that one, and I'm do one more real quick