Virgil (Explicit)

Virgil (Explicit) - Quality Control/Quavo

Lyrics by：Quavious Marshall/Daryl McPherson

Composed by：Quavious Marshall/Daryl McPherson

DJ durel rel rel

Woo

White white and it's snowin' snowfall

Off-white white and it's snowin' off-white

She bad as hell bad and she goin' go

My career ooh it keep growin' grow

Four rings four-way like the Audi blaow

The top sushi su' like karate uh

We popped 'em shh bow you heard about 'em where shh

QC veteran QC

Ho let the huncho settle in huncho huncho

I can be in the trap uh on

The TV on David Letterman woo

Yeah off the flair flair drop me

In the ocean I'm peddlin' skrrt swim

Young n***as brought all the culinaries skrrt and

I just came back from the netherlands gone yeah

'Nough of that pitty-pat pitty-pat chitty chat

Chitty chat tit for tat tit for tat

I ain't gon' front none of that no

I'm from Atlanta I earned that A

But I came straight out the north yeah

Yes I know everybody heard that heard it

Number one that's where the birds at brrt

Hahahaha getcha curve back ha

I can't get down get down I gotta get up up

Yeah yeah I can't get down

Nah I gotta get up up uh

Yeah I'm in the pothole whippin' a knot ho

Make 'em go eat it up eat it up

Straight out the basement whippin' picasso whip

Young n***a heating up heat it up

I can't get froze no Lord knows the soul I own God

The ice two-tone ice brrt that's four iphones uh

Baby boy holmes woo you aim preferably for the nose bow

It's a trap boy zone trap we exchange whitney for nicole whitney

N***as get hard until they get

Hit with the sentence d**n d**n

These n***as act hard but they

Cannot handle they penalty no no

Ain't gon' lie I haven't had smoke

In a minute ain't havin' no smoke

I'm focused on bags and juugin'

Finessin' the industry bags finesse

Free all my n***as until they

Reclaim they innocence free

My bad b***h I bought her

A chain for kickin' it she icy

Lame b***h hit wit' the flame he snitchin' it he tellin'

C*****e witch give her the lame

She sniffin' it she snortin' it

I can't get down get down I gotta get up up

Yeah yeah I can't get down nah

I gotta get up up yeah uh

I'm in the pothole whippin' a knot ho

Make 'em go eat it up eat it up

Straight out the basement whippin' picasso whip

Young n***a heating up heat it up

I can't get froze no Lord knows the soul I own God

The ice two-tone ice brrt that's four iphones uh

Baby boy holmes woo you aim preferably for the nose bow

It's a trap boy zone trap we

Exchange whitney for nicole whitney