Lilith in Virgo carries shame dressed as standards. Somewhere you learned that you were acceptable only when flawless, useful, clean, and correct, so your wildness went underground beneath a regime of self-criticism. The exiled part is earthy and imperfect: the body with its functions and desires, the work done for joy rather than justification, the glorious mess of being unfinished. It tends to leak out as harsh judgment of yourself, sharper judgment of others, or secret rebellions against your own rules.
In daily life, this can look like health anxiety that moralizes food and habits, workaholism that never earns rest, or contempt for sloppiness that is really envy of freedom. In love, you may serve a partner meticulously while withholding the untidy truth of what you want, including sexually; the healing intimacy is one where you are desired unpolished. At work, your precision is genuinely elite, but notice when perfectionism becomes a way to postpone being seen. Deliberately do some things badly and enjoy them. Your practical strength is discerning craft: when you separate excellence from self-worth, you become a healer of systems and people, exacting without cruelty, including toward yourself.