What Happened to Virgil - Lil Durk ft Gunna (lyrics) Last time you told me you proud of me, you wasn\u0027t proud of me You was the nigga who doubted me I was too mad at you You let \u0027em come kill you, my brother That shit was a tragedy But magically I got the strategy I was so sick and tired of niggas keep askin\u0027 me \u0022Who was the killers between the hood?\u0022 (DJ on the beat, so it\u0027s a banger) Bro I\u0027m a king, that mean we good Talked to my TT about my problems Learned to survive, I carry my chopper Before I was 12, I went to the doctor Fucked on a stripper and I took me a Roxy How you my blooda? You say you gon\u0027 pop me Fall over loyalty, never \u0027bout thotties Don\u0027t mention my name if you mention them bodies Don\u0027t mention my name if you mention them bodies Stopped takin\u0027 drugs had to sit in a sauna How you gon\u0027 blame me? I give her Gabanna Bitch I\u0027m a star, gotta use condom Don\u0027t drink Par, only like Wocka Sippin\u0027 on Wocka, I feel like I\u0027m Flocka Shit in my pocket, that shit\u0027ll go blocka Say that I\u0027m mean, what you mean? I caught you Get away from her, high speed, I\u0027m toxic Called you a bitch, I\u0027m sorry I lost it Head down, X pill, Percocet, off it Bitch my phone died, pass me a charger Ain\u0027t have a coat, walked to school in a thermal Bitches you lookin\u0027 up to, they\u0027ll burn you Get out my business, this shit don\u0027t concern you I get to diggin\u0027 this shit when I learn you I love the trenches, this shit is eternal Oh my God, what happened to Virgil? I wish my brother had made it out surgery I be up thinkin\u0027, that shit do be hurtin\u0027 me If they gon\u0027 catch me, them niggas gon\u0027 murder me (oh no, oh) Gave my bro twenty, he caught for a burglary I love the bitches who say they ain\u0027t heard of me Ever seen blood? That shit\u0027ll turn burgundy Oh my God, what happened to Virgil? Oh my God, what happened to Virgil? Fresh like the first day of school, I\u0027m a scholar Found the solution and got some more problems We from the sandbox, my dog since a toddler Sixteen year old when I shot my first chopper Flew out of Van Nuys, landed in Opa Locka Quit flyin\u0027 the G5, fly helicopters (fly helicopters) I count every blessin\u0027 and count every dollar I\u0027m \u0027bout to go factory plain I treat all of my dogs the same Take care all of my bitches the same I just hope you financially sane Never turnin\u0027 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\u0027ll get through the phase Damn, my nigga, what happened to Virgil? Talked to God, I don\u0027t wanna get murdered I got style, I don\u0027t know what you heard of You lil\u0027 pussy, you soft and fertile Only real ones throughout my circle Only real ones throughout my circle, oh R.I.P. Prince, I\u0027ma pour up some purple 600 Maybach, the one with the curtain Young GunnaWunna, the boy bought the Birkin I\u0027m goin\u0027 hard, now you proud of me workin\u0027 Ridin\u0027 round the town sippin\u0027 and swervin\u0027 Hold it down, do this shit with a purpose Louis 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?