"What has God ever done for YOU?", cried the priest.
God? We don't need no stinking god, but will accept a dyslexic dog.
Pretty much the same thing that the great spaghetti monster in the sky has.
If there is some sort of supreme, self aware creator of the multiverse traipsing around out there, the likelihood of it giving half a squat about or taking a hand in the goings on here on earth is pretty small. So the answer is, probably nothing. And on the off chance that I'm wrong, if I ever meet them, I'm going to punch them in the face just as hard as I fucking can before it sends me to hell.... or where ever.