African Sex Freak Fantasy Lyrics

African Sex Freak Fantasy 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 happen–

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 nothing when I read you
But with Mike B., my sh*t 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'm 'a 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 spa, muffled with some cookies and a weed bag
I'm really fire, please don't think it's trouble when I speak that
If you need an eye, plus I brought a couple of the Gs
If it's me and I, if they're in the huddle, they're between that

More for your respect...
I do the most for the cheese, 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–
I do the most for the cheese
Alright. Let's hear this

Do the most
Do the most
Do the most
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